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Jun 2015
Her beauty was not of the flesh but what was etched
Underneath for flesh can tell a thousand lies.

But what resides in bone never a distortion of what
Is meant, only true is engraved in cold white.

We wear a lie upon bone to hide the misgivings of
What is told and seen in needed truth.

If you want to know the truth of someone look, peal
Beneath and the bone never lies you only see truth.
Poetic T
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